My response is mechanical, no thoughts necessary, and I lift and seal our mouths on a groan, wrapping my arms around his neck. Every muscle I possess hardens in preparation, my thighs dropping further open, inviting more of him into me. His efforts are lazy and measured, two fingers gliding perfectly across my flesh and working me up deliciously. I’m breathless, my kiss becoming predictably harder as my pleasure builds.

I gasp, sucking at his bottom lip before letting my head fall back to the worktop.

His eyes are hooded, his laboured breathing matching mine, as he maintains the steady slipping of his fingers over my throbbing flesh. ‘Jesus, Olivia.’ His head drops limply as he finally breaches the threshold of my entrance with his fingers and puts some weight behind his caresses, pushing into me on a low moan.

My chest flies up on a delirious shout. ‘Miller!’

‘Fuck! I love hearing you scream my name.’ He withdraws and thrusts forward again, the power of his drive not just evident by my continued moans and cries, but clear on the cut edges of his strained face. I’m fighting the urge to squeeze my eyes shut, desperate to lose myself in dark pleasure, but more desperate to watch him. There’s wonder past the dark desire of his addictive eyes, but I lose the glorious sight when he dips and encases my tingling nipple with the heat of his mouth. It catapults me into sensory overload. I start to shake.

‘Oh God!’ My hands in his hair apply pressure, pushing him onto my breast, and my h*ps start lifting, meeting the pumping of his fingers. Every nerve ending is buzzing uncontrollably, my head shaking, my thoughts scattered. I begin to feel my cl**ax take hold, the pleasure dominating every inch of me shifting to one spot, set to explode. And with a nip of my nipple and a deep rotation of strong fingers within me, it happens.

The world ceases to rotate on its axis. Life stops. My mind goes blank. There’s a distant sound of groaning and once I’ve overcome the initial onslaught of harsh pleasure, I drop my head to the side in exhaustion and peel my eyes open to find Miller at full height, looking down at me as he strokes me softly between the thighs, easing me lightly down. His arousal is thick, pulsing and protruding proudly from his groin.

I don’t speak, mainly because I haven’t the energy, but I do find a little strength to reach to the side and take a gentle hold of him, wiping my thumb across the swollen head to smear the bead of cum that’s leaking from the tip. Miller hisses, the muscles of his chest quivering aggressively while he battles to cope with my touch. He’s pulsing incessantly, and I can see his heart pounding in his chest. It takes just one delicate swipe of my fisted hand around him to tip him. He knocks my hand out of the way and lifts to rest his iron length on my tummy, groaning, his head rolling as he spills all over me. The warmth of his essence coating me has my body relaxing back into the marble on a lengthy, gratifying sigh. I’m floating in a magical land of perfection.

‘Sleepy?’ His rough voice tickles my ears, and I hum, closing my eyes. His hand gently breaks away from between my thighs and rests on my tummy. Then he spreads his cum everywhere, up to my boobs and down to my legs. I’m coated. And I couldn’t care less. He dips and pecks my lips, encouraging me to open up to him. I let him drench my mouth with his attention. I could fall asleep here on this solid work surface.

‘Come on.’ He pulls me up to a sitting position and muscles between my spread legs, all the while keeping up our kiss. My arms are positioned over his shoulders, he cups my bum, and pulls me in. ‘You can help me make breakfast.’

‘I can?’ I blurt, making him pull back on an inquisitive frown. Messing up his worktop, his clothes . . . me. And now I can help him make breakfast in his perfect kitchen, where tasks are carried out with military precision? I’m not sure I’m up to it, and quite frankly, interfering with his obsessive ways to that extent kind of scares me.

‘Let’s not make too big a deal of it,’ he warns.

But it’s a massive deal. Huge. ‘You can do it,’ I offer, feeling a little overwhelmed. He’s given me so much already. I don’t want to push my luck.

‘You can’t shirk me that easily.’ He gives my cheek a reassuring flutter of his lips and pulls me down, turning me in his arms so my back’s pressed into his chest. His chin rests on my shoulder. ‘But first, a quick wash.’

He urges me forward with his palms resting on my tummy, his steps guiding mine until we’re standing before the sink and he’s turning on the tap. He dampens a towel, pumps in some liquid soap, and efficiently wipes down my front, then kneels down to swipe up my legs. It’s all I can do not to throw my head back and moan for more.

After washing our hands together, he leans over me and wipes the sink down while I look on with a smile. ‘To the fridge,’ he whispers, pushing me gently on until we’re before the giant mirrored doors. Miller’s nakedness is concealed. But mine isn’t. ‘Stunning view.’ He nips at my shoulder, keeping his eyes on mine, and lets his hand slip below my stomach to my entrance. I hold my breath and push my cheek into the side of his face, squirming. ‘So warm and inviting,’ he whispers, and then licks his bite mark on my shoulder and spreads my dampness with all four fingers. The slippery friction on my sensitive nub of nerves has me moaning as I watch his eyes darken. ‘You’re still pulsing, sweet girl.’

My bum pushes into his groin, causing Miller to mimic my sounds of ecstasy. ‘You wanted to feed me,’ I remind him, quite stupidly. I’ll take more worshipping over the mundane task of eating any day.

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